One of the things I miss about growing up on a farm in Arkansas were the awesome sunrises and sunsets. This morning I caught one worthy of capture.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Austin Sunrise
One of the things I miss about growing up on a farm in Arkansas were the awesome sunrises and sunsets. This morning I caught one worthy of capture.
Painting is Good Therapy
I knew after all the bad luck I've had this week, things had to improve. I'm finally tackling some projects I've had on the back burner for a couple of years at least.
The living room, while in the midst of a carpet removal, is being painted finally, in the color I always wanted.
Actually I wanted a darker sage green on all four walls. But txrad and I got drunk last night and I pulled out the color samples and he immediately picked two. We decided to do a dark green on the TV/entertainment center wall, and a light sage on the other three walls.
He picked the yellow for the kitchen and it worked out fine, so I trusted his drunken judgement on this one. I'm happy with it.
Right after I took this picture the camera shut down because the battery was dead. But I finished the wall on the left with the light sage. I'm going to work tomorrow and will finish up this room over the weekend. I'll post more photos showing the progress.
But wait until you see what I have planned for the den which I haven't photographed yet!
Finally, after 10 years, this is going to be OUR house!
The living room, while in the midst of a carpet removal, is being painted finally, in the color I always wanted.
Actually I wanted a darker sage green on all four walls. But txrad and I got drunk last night and I pulled out the color samples and he immediately picked two. We decided to do a dark green on the TV/entertainment center wall, and a light sage on the other three walls.
He picked the yellow for the kitchen and it worked out fine, so I trusted his drunken judgement on this one. I'm happy with it.
Right after I took this picture the camera shut down because the battery was dead. But I finished the wall on the left with the light sage. I'm going to work tomorrow and will finish up this room over the weekend. I'll post more photos showing the progress.
But wait until you see what I have planned for the den which I haven't photographed yet!
Finally, after 10 years, this is going to be OUR house!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
With the Help of God Almighty and Rufus Wainwright
I'll get thru this tonight. Things are going good so far.
Samantha: 1995-2007 RIP
She died today, sometime early this morning, behind the washing machine in true cat fashion: passing on in the most inconvenient spot imaginable and making daddy do more work.
As txrad was leaving for work this morning he said, "Samantha is behind the washing machine and I don't know if she's alive or dead."
So I paced around the house today moving furniture out of the two rooms where we need to rip out the rest of the carpet trying not to disturb my old girl. By 11:00 I was pretty sure she had died, but throughout the day I kept thinking I was seeing her out of the corner of my eye, or hearing her stirring about. And I kept thinking "please don't get up and stumble into the kitchen howling."
I absolutely could not take another trip to the vet with a cat needing to be put to sleep. That is an experience I've been through once with Jezebel and once is enough. There's just something about having that final moment with a living cat, complete with loving eye contact, and a minute later she's gone. It's terrible, and the decision to do it rests of me.
I'm very relieved Samantha chose to pass on here in our home. That's the way I wanted it and I know that's the way she wanted it. But I'll still miss her. She was our first cat together as a couple. She was born in Los Angeles and in the early days I referred to her as my LA girl who is a Texas girl now.
The picture I'm using in this post was taken in November, 2003 and I have it framed in my bedroom. That was when she was still fat and for a couple of years at least she was so overweight she could not clean her butt. I had that chore.
At 4:00pm today she was buried in our back yard, between two large boulders, in a shallow grave covered with smaller rocks. It's not easy digging a hole after 5 or 6 inches of rain. That girl was really good at making me work.
So, let the wake begin. I had already decided my LA girl was going to get this video as her send off.
As txrad was leaving for work this morning he said, "Samantha is behind the washing machine and I don't know if she's alive or dead."
So I paced around the house today moving furniture out of the two rooms where we need to rip out the rest of the carpet trying not to disturb my old girl. By 11:00 I was pretty sure she had died, but throughout the day I kept thinking I was seeing her out of the corner of my eye, or hearing her stirring about. And I kept thinking "please don't get up and stumble into the kitchen howling."
I absolutely could not take another trip to the vet with a cat needing to be put to sleep. That is an experience I've been through once with Jezebel and once is enough. There's just something about having that final moment with a living cat, complete with loving eye contact, and a minute later she's gone. It's terrible, and the decision to do it rests of me.
I'm very relieved Samantha chose to pass on here in our home. That's the way I wanted it and I know that's the way she wanted it. But I'll still miss her. She was our first cat together as a couple. She was born in Los Angeles and in the early days I referred to her as my LA girl who is a Texas girl now.
The picture I'm using in this post was taken in November, 2003 and I have it framed in my bedroom. That was when she was still fat and for a couple of years at least she was so overweight she could not clean her butt. I had that chore.
At 4:00pm today she was buried in our back yard, between two large boulders, in a shallow grave covered with smaller rocks. It's not easy digging a hole after 5 or 6 inches of rain. That girl was really good at making me work.
So, let the wake begin. I had already decided my LA girl was going to get this video as her send off.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
The Idea
This house was built specifically for an artist.
As we have removed the carpet, we have discovered various painter marks. Like a paint can, a yard stick, and other signs of creativity.
What txrad came up with is that we leave it, and celebrate, and add to it, with our friends coming over for a party, and being able to paint what they want on our floor.
How cool is that?
And then when we sell, we just carpet over. Our friends are preserved, and our buyers will never know. Well, eventually. Therein lies the fun.
As we have removed the carpet, we have discovered various painter marks. Like a paint can, a yard stick, and other signs of creativity.
What txrad came up with is that we leave it, and celebrate, and add to it, with our friends coming over for a party, and being able to paint what they want on our floor.
How cool is that?
And then when we sell, we just carpet over. Our friends are preserved, and our buyers will never know. Well, eventually. Therein lies the fun.
Carpet Demolition: Part 1
After the wild night we had last night, we decided to turn off the alarm and just sleep until we woke up, which was around 7:20. I'm normally on my way to work at that hour. I called the vet but they didn't have any slots open for Samantha today but suggested I give her a shampoo to take care of the flea problem. Since the house already smells like a wet cat, bathing her wasn't such an ordeal. But she is no better this evening.
We decided to go to the office to finish up a few things. We left here about 10:00. While at a stop sign downtown, we felt a surprising hard bump in the car. We had just been rear-ended by a guy in a Jeep Cherokee. Lovely. Just what I needed after worrying about a dying cat and having rain water flowing through my kitchen the prior day.
txrad is doing a great job ripping out all this nasty wet carpet and padding. It's going to require some very well organized furniture placement elsewhere in order to get all the carpet removed from two rooms.
I'm going to stay home from work on Wednesday and take care of as much as I can. I need to get the cat to the vet; I need to take the car to a repair shop for the estimate; and I can use the rest of my free time to get this house ready for the next phase of improvements.
I was really hoping the concrete under the carpet had been in good shape and I would have considered staining it. I guess that's not an option. This is exciting in a way, starting with a clean slate and being able to get two rooms done the way we want them. I have already decided I'm going to paint the two rooms before we put down flooring. All of these projects have been on my agenda for years. I guess now is the time.
We decided to go to the office to finish up a few things. We left here about 10:00. While at a stop sign downtown, we felt a surprising hard bump in the car. We had just been rear-ended by a guy in a Jeep Cherokee. Lovely. Just what I needed after worrying about a dying cat and having rain water flowing through my kitchen the prior day.
txrad is doing a great job ripping out all this nasty wet carpet and padding. It's going to require some very well organized furniture placement elsewhere in order to get all the carpet removed from two rooms.
I'm going to stay home from work on Wednesday and take care of as much as I can. I need to get the cat to the vet; I need to take the car to a repair shop for the estimate; and I can use the rest of my free time to get this house ready for the next phase of improvements.
I was really hoping the concrete under the carpet had been in good shape and I would have considered staining it. I guess that's not an option. This is exciting in a way, starting with a clean slate and being able to get two rooms done the way we want them. I have already decided I'm going to paint the two rooms before we put down flooring. All of these projects have been on my agenda for years. I guess now is the time.
Monday, July 23, 2007
My Old Cat Wants to Die
Listening to music resonate through wood.
If I have to put this old bitch to sleep I swear I'll have a screaming moment. She is my girl. I cannot take another loss at this point. I just can't.
If I have to put this old bitch to sleep I swear I'll have a screaming moment. She is my girl. I cannot take another loss at this point. I just can't.
Who Engineered THAT Shit?
It's wet in Austin.
Highway sign says "curves ahead."
We have begun speaking to each other in total musical terms. It's a mathematical relationship. Beautiful. Every stroke of the black key.
Highway sign says "curves ahead."
We have begun speaking to each other in total musical terms. It's a mathematical relationship. Beautiful. Every stroke of the black key.
Wet Clean Up at Kona Ranch
It wasn't raining when we came home from work but there were visible signs of debris on the streets in our neighborhood which indicated water crossing the streets. It got worse when we opened our garage door to find lots of water. Unfortunately, there are two steps down from the garage into our utility room and kitchen, and you know what they say about water seeking the lowest point.
One cat food bowl had washed from near the utility room door all the way across the kitchen to the living room. The kitchen was soaked, the carpet in the den and living room is soaked several feet into each room. It's a mess.
I walked across water standing in the backyard to check the rain gauge. We'd had over 4 inches and I suspect that must have fallen in a very short amount of time.
This necessitated yet another in a series of trips to Home Depot -- this time for a wet vac.
I just hope it will get a lot of the water out of the carpet. I don't even want to think about the damage to the TV stand. That thing wasn't cheap.
txrad is having fun with his new toy.
Meanwhile it has started raining again. I have no idea what we're having for dinner, but konagod needs a stiff drink.
UPDATE: 8:58pm. Kona has his strong drink. We got the TV removed from the stand (the TV weighs about 300 lbs and the stand another 100 lbs or so. The bottom was wet on one side but should be fine. We moved it into another part of the house to dry. The carpet padding is what was holding the bulk of the moisture.
I have a feeling we're going to have to pull up the carpet in both the living room and den, which is fine with me.
Meanwhile, I'm very concerned about my Samantha, who is in terrible health right now. She's dying and that was my intention today when I left work early to come check on her and I'd have time to take her to the vet if she hadn't already died. That plan got sidetracked.
She's been busy checking out all the goings on around here tonight but she looks like hell and probably isn't long for this world. But that's another chapter, another post, another day.
I'm tired. I'm going to get drunk.
One cat food bowl had washed from near the utility room door all the way across the kitchen to the living room. The kitchen was soaked, the carpet in the den and living room is soaked several feet into each room. It's a mess.
I walked across water standing in the backyard to check the rain gauge. We'd had over 4 inches and I suspect that must have fallen in a very short amount of time.
This necessitated yet another in a series of trips to Home Depot -- this time for a wet vac.
I just hope it will get a lot of the water out of the carpet. I don't even want to think about the damage to the TV stand. That thing wasn't cheap.
txrad is having fun with his new toy.
Meanwhile it has started raining again. I have no idea what we're having for dinner, but konagod needs a stiff drink.
UPDATE: 8:58pm. Kona has his strong drink. We got the TV removed from the stand (the TV weighs about 300 lbs and the stand another 100 lbs or so. The bottom was wet on one side but should be fine. We moved it into another part of the house to dry. The carpet padding is what was holding the bulk of the moisture.
I have a feeling we're going to have to pull up the carpet in both the living room and den, which is fine with me.
Meanwhile, I'm very concerned about my Samantha, who is in terrible health right now. She's dying and that was my intention today when I left work early to come check on her and I'd have time to take her to the vet if she hadn't already died. That plan got sidetracked.
She's been busy checking out all the goings on around here tonight but she looks like hell and probably isn't long for this world. But that's another chapter, another post, another day.
I'm tired. I'm going to get drunk.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
The Kitchen Lighting Project
Anytime you hear me mention any type of home improvement project, you know there's going to be some swearing and plenty of drama involved.
For a long time I've wanted to replace our fluorescent lighting fixtures in the kitchen. They are dated and ugly (much like our vinyl flooring -- another project overdue) and had recently begun to function sporadically, so we assumed the bulbs needed replacing.
Yesterday we went to Homo Depot and after checking out a rather pathetic and unattractive selection of fluorescent fixtures, we decided to just get new bulbs. We picked up 4 new full-spectrum lights. After txrad got them installed, the lights worked less well than they had been working. In fact, they never came on at all. So he put in the old bulbs again with the same result. Damn.
We discussed purchasing two new ballasts but I was thinking this was the ideal time to just replace the dated fixtures with something new.
After lunch today we went back to Home Depot to shop more seriously. Although I'm not pleased with their selections, they did have on display a fixture identical to the ones we have (which are probably 20 years old) in a white metal vs. the ugly faux wood metal frame of our old pair. Since they were only $45 each, we decided that would be a good choice. Unfortunately, they were out of stock.
OK, let me digress here with one of my classic kona rants. Nothing quite pisses me off like a mega-home improvement warehouse being out of stock of something basic like a kitchen lighting fixture.
We decided to try Lowe's, and honestly, their selection was worse. As we were leaving we did bump into one of our co-workers from the ad agency.
We came home to chill out and do some research online, then around 3:00 we decided to go to a different Lowe's out in the village of Bee Cave. (I could do an entirely new blog post about Bee Cave and the new development, but I'll save that for later.) They had the same crappy selection so we journeyed on to a Home Depot a couple of miles up the road to see if perhaps they had the white metal fixture we wanted. They did! We bought two, and realized the bulbs required were T8 size instead of the T12 our current fixtures used. T8 bulbs are smaller in diameter and I was concerned about whether the light would be bright enough. We bought two packs of those and came home for the installation.
At this point, txrad was moaning about this project, especially since it involved electrical work, and I was getting cranky because he seemed to be wanting to put this off. This is a prime and rare example of txrad and I being so different. I wanted to get this done and NOW! We do a lot of cooking and I need light in the kitchen. Besides, when putting off projects like this, I could see it being NEXT weekend before we got it done, with our work schedules.
We actually have a ceiling fan still in a box from Home Depot that has yet to be installed. What's funny is that we bought it to install in our house in Los Angeles 10 years ago. We still haven't installed it, so I wanted to get moving pronto on this project.
I went out to the garage to the circuit breaker to try and figure out which switch shut off the power to the ceiling lights. I found it and txrad proceeded to get to work removing the old fixtures. While removing the first screw which anchored the fixture to the ceiling I heard him say something along the lines of "oh shit."
The screws were long and not anchored into wood studs. txrad knew what we needed and they are called toggle bolts -- little things with metal "wings" that you press flat, stuff into the hole in the ceiling and then they spread wide again to support the weight of the fixtures. Of course we didn't have any so we had to return to Home Depot. We would have had to go back anyway to return the T12 bulbs we purchased yesterday for the old fixtures, so it all worked out. It just wasn't something we wanted to do at 4:40 on a Sunday afternoon when we wanted to finish the project.
txrad started muttering some nonsense about not finishing this project today, and I went on a tirade about how it wasn't going to get any easier on a weekday after work.
No way in hell was I going to be looking at this ugly sight all week.
So, the project began. As soon as we returned home from purchasing the toggle bolts, this was the scene in the kitchen with our little feline helpers.
A short time later, Samantha decided she wanted to see what life was like INSIDE that LONG box.
As txrad began to disassemble the old fixtures, it became apparent why they worked so sporadically. The ballasts were a mess. They were actually melting in areas.
In the process, txrad cut his finger. There was a round section on the backside of the fixture that needed to be chipped out with a hammer in order to pull the wiring through, and it left a razor-sharp edge. This caused me to curse more.
Actually, this project went as smoothly as I knew it should have once we had all the things we needed. The end result is mahvelous and I love it.
It's actually brighter than the old lights and I immediately spotted coffee stains on the counter which needs to be cleaned up. I'm happy.
We finished up about 6:20 which was only an hour later than I had initially predicted. Not bad considering we had to insert another trip to Home Depot in there.
Home improvements are such fun!
Oh, and did I mention that all this shit we purchased, including the step ladder were made in China? Can we not make ANYTHING in the USA now? Or as txrad said, we make shit to bomb shit. Oh yeah. We can at least do that!
For a long time I've wanted to replace our fluorescent lighting fixtures in the kitchen. They are dated and ugly (much like our vinyl flooring -- another project overdue) and had recently begun to function sporadically, so we assumed the bulbs needed replacing.
Yesterday we went to Homo Depot and after checking out a rather pathetic and unattractive selection of fluorescent fixtures, we decided to just get new bulbs. We picked up 4 new full-spectrum lights. After txrad got them installed, the lights worked less well than they had been working. In fact, they never came on at all. So he put in the old bulbs again with the same result. Damn.
We discussed purchasing two new ballasts but I was thinking this was the ideal time to just replace the dated fixtures with something new.
After lunch today we went back to Home Depot to shop more seriously. Although I'm not pleased with their selections, they did have on display a fixture identical to the ones we have (which are probably 20 years old) in a white metal vs. the ugly faux wood metal frame of our old pair. Since they were only $45 each, we decided that would be a good choice. Unfortunately, they were out of stock.
OK, let me digress here with one of my classic kona rants. Nothing quite pisses me off like a mega-home improvement warehouse being out of stock of something basic like a kitchen lighting fixture.
We decided to try Lowe's, and honestly, their selection was worse. As we were leaving we did bump into one of our co-workers from the ad agency.
We came home to chill out and do some research online, then around 3:00 we decided to go to a different Lowe's out in the village of Bee Cave. (I could do an entirely new blog post about Bee Cave and the new development, but I'll save that for later.) They had the same crappy selection so we journeyed on to a Home Depot a couple of miles up the road to see if perhaps they had the white metal fixture we wanted. They did! We bought two, and realized the bulbs required were T8 size instead of the T12 our current fixtures used. T8 bulbs are smaller in diameter and I was concerned about whether the light would be bright enough. We bought two packs of those and came home for the installation.
At this point, txrad was moaning about this project, especially since it involved electrical work, and I was getting cranky because he seemed to be wanting to put this off. This is a prime and rare example of txrad and I being so different. I wanted to get this done and NOW! We do a lot of cooking and I need light in the kitchen. Besides, when putting off projects like this, I could see it being NEXT weekend before we got it done, with our work schedules.
We actually have a ceiling fan still in a box from Home Depot that has yet to be installed. What's funny is that we bought it to install in our house in Los Angeles 10 years ago. We still haven't installed it, so I wanted to get moving pronto on this project.
I went out to the garage to the circuit breaker to try and figure out which switch shut off the power to the ceiling lights. I found it and txrad proceeded to get to work removing the old fixtures. While removing the first screw which anchored the fixture to the ceiling I heard him say something along the lines of "oh shit."
The screws were long and not anchored into wood studs. txrad knew what we needed and they are called toggle bolts -- little things with metal "wings" that you press flat, stuff into the hole in the ceiling and then they spread wide again to support the weight of the fixtures. Of course we didn't have any so we had to return to Home Depot. We would have had to go back anyway to return the T12 bulbs we purchased yesterday for the old fixtures, so it all worked out. It just wasn't something we wanted to do at 4:40 on a Sunday afternoon when we wanted to finish the project.
txrad started muttering some nonsense about not finishing this project today, and I went on a tirade about how it wasn't going to get any easier on a weekday after work.
No way in hell was I going to be looking at this ugly sight all week.
So, the project began. As soon as we returned home from purchasing the toggle bolts, this was the scene in the kitchen with our little feline helpers.
A short time later, Samantha decided she wanted to see what life was like INSIDE that LONG box.
As txrad began to disassemble the old fixtures, it became apparent why they worked so sporadically. The ballasts were a mess. They were actually melting in areas.
In the process, txrad cut his finger. There was a round section on the backside of the fixture that needed to be chipped out with a hammer in order to pull the wiring through, and it left a razor-sharp edge. This caused me to curse more.
Actually, this project went as smoothly as I knew it should have once we had all the things we needed. The end result is mahvelous and I love it.
It's actually brighter than the old lights and I immediately spotted coffee stains on the counter which needs to be cleaned up. I'm happy.
We finished up about 6:20 which was only an hour later than I had initially predicted. Not bad considering we had to insert another trip to Home Depot in there.
Home improvements are such fun!
Oh, and did I mention that all this shit we purchased, including the step ladder were made in China? Can we not make ANYTHING in the USA now? Or as txrad said, we make shit to bomb shit. Oh yeah. We can at least do that!
One Down, 84 To Go
Don't you hate it when you remember posting a comment somewhere a few weeks afterwards and for some odd reason you want to find it? As with any lost item, it's hardly ever where you think you left it, and often it turns up where you least expect to find it. I just got lucky.
Back on Friday, July 6, at 7:54pm, while intoxicated with the holy spirit, I posted this comment in the Virtual Pub over at Shakesville:
85
What are those lakes in Africa?
It was followed one minute later by this:
Quaker Dave,
you readin' this?
The reason I distinctly remember this is because Quaker Dave is deeply involved with the Darfur crisis and until recently (as you'll see from the link) maintained a blog devoted to covering Darfur.
There's rarely any good news coming from that region, but the discovery of one underground lake at least provides some new hope.
Unfortunately, as the New York Times article suggests, this may or may not be good news.
Let's hope that is not the case.
Back on Friday, July 6, at 7:54pm, while intoxicated with the holy spirit, I posted this comment in the Virtual Pub over at Shakesville:
85
What are those lakes in Africa?
It was followed one minute later by this:
Quaker Dave,
you readin' this?
The reason I distinctly remember this is because Quaker Dave is deeply involved with the Darfur crisis and until recently (as you'll see from the link) maintained a blog devoted to covering Darfur.
There's rarely any good news coming from that region, but the discovery of one underground lake at least provides some new hope.
Unfortunately, as the New York Times article suggests, this may or may not be good news.
“Like all resources water can be used for good or ill,” said Alex de Waal, a scholar who has studied the impact of climate variation in Sudan and who witnessed the 1984-85 famine that is often cited as the beginning of the ecological crisis gripping Darfur. “It can be a blessing or also a curse. If the government acts true to form and tries to create some sort of oasis in the desert and control who settles there, that would simply be an extension of the crisis, not a solution.”
Let's hope that is not the case.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Watch the Colors in the Ball
Last weekend I had a wild hare up my ass and decided to go to the mall.
I didn't buy nuthin but some wife beaters that need some trimmin.
As we were drifting thru Old Navy.
txrad spied a gum ball machine dispensing rubber bouncing balls for 25 cents. I happened to have a spare quarter.
And now I'm a happy man.
The jazz has gotten kinda sloppy around here tonight.
I didn't buy nuthin but some wife beaters that need some trimmin.
As we were drifting thru Old Navy.
txrad spied a gum ball machine dispensing rubber bouncing balls for 25 cents. I happened to have a spare quarter.
And now I'm a happy man.
The jazz has gotten kinda sloppy around here tonight.
Peace
via Ginviren...
Like many such quizzes, I'm not sure how many various scenarios are possible, and they are peddling a book, but some of the questions and answers were hilarious. And yes, I'd love to travel back in time to the Summer of Love with a truckload of condoms!
My Liberal Identity:
You are a Peace Patroller, also known as an anti-war liberal or neo-hippie. You believe in putting an end to American imperial conquest, stopping wars that have already been lost, and supporting our troops by bringing them home.
Like many such quizzes, I'm not sure how many various scenarios are possible, and they are peddling a book, but some of the questions and answers were hilarious. And yes, I'd love to travel back in time to the Summer of Love with a truckload of condoms!
Friday, July 20, 2007
Friday Pussy Blog: Special Edition
It's the "cats in classic poses" edition which was open to anyone to submit cat photos and we got a few! So let's get on with some classic Friday feline festivities.
Maurinsky sent in a couple. Here's Casimir, "he's the most handsome cat," she adds. Yes indeed, he is.
And I love this one of Medouc she submitted, the "queen of all she surveys."
This next one came from Sherry with the following comment:
"She had a rough life before we got her. She has 1 eye and broken teeth but she is a sweetie.
Bob, a lynx point siamese. My big boy but a real chicken and Layla's servant.
Both lying in the sun pretending to sleep but really looking out for ferocious chipmunks!"
Rebecca, who came up with the idea for this gang-bang pussy post, sent her sweetie Gidget who is listening:
"I am talking to her from the other room, and she is pretending not to pay attention. But, of course, she hears every word."
Very true. They DO hear every word, and they understand as well. But compliance is not a cat virtue.
txrad surprised me with a few shots of our Tater Tot drinking from the toilet. Thank God I had cleaned the latrine a few days earlier or I would not be posting these.
If only he'd learn to shit in there instead of doing it behind the TV.
Here's my own contribution, also the Tot, taking care of some office paperwork which I probably should have filed months ago.
This is also the perch from which he supervises our work when we're home.
And here's a classic from the kona archives of Sissy and Samantha napping on daddy's bed.
Lastly, Elizabeth sent this one in a while back of Georgie and Lily in the ultimate feline poses. Georgie is the one who's head you see. I have no idea where Lily's head is; he must be sitting on it. I think this is hilarious, so it deserves a repost.
Happy Friday everyone! Now, let's get to drinkin' and having a relaxing weekend! This post was more work than I imagined!
UPDATE!
You know, someone always comes thru at the last minute, and this week's award winner is Jacq, who has submitted 3 classics:
"Togetherness"
Sweet little Raney in the front door:
And finally, one of the most evil looking demonic cat poses I've seen in a long while. Stormie is a megafine demon, for sure:
Maurinsky sent in a couple. Here's Casimir, "he's the most handsome cat," she adds. Yes indeed, he is.
And I love this one of Medouc she submitted, the "queen of all she surveys."
This next one came from Sherry with the following comment:
"She had a rough life before we got her. She has 1 eye and broken teeth but she is a sweetie.
Bob, a lynx point siamese. My big boy but a real chicken and Layla's servant.
Both lying in the sun pretending to sleep but really looking out for ferocious chipmunks!"
Rebecca, who came up with the idea for this gang-bang pussy post, sent her sweetie Gidget who is listening:
"I am talking to her from the other room, and she is pretending not to pay attention. But, of course, she hears every word."
Very true. They DO hear every word, and they understand as well. But compliance is not a cat virtue.
txrad surprised me with a few shots of our Tater Tot drinking from the toilet. Thank God I had cleaned the latrine a few days earlier or I would not be posting these.
If only he'd learn to shit in there instead of doing it behind the TV.
Here's my own contribution, also the Tot, taking care of some office paperwork which I probably should have filed months ago.
This is also the perch from which he supervises our work when we're home.
And here's a classic from the kona archives of Sissy and Samantha napping on daddy's bed.
Lastly, Elizabeth sent this one in a while back of Georgie and Lily in the ultimate feline poses. Georgie is the one who's head you see. I have no idea where Lily's head is; he must be sitting on it. I think this is hilarious, so it deserves a repost.
Happy Friday everyone! Now, let's get to drinkin' and having a relaxing weekend! This post was more work than I imagined!
UPDATE!
You know, someone always comes thru at the last minute, and this week's award winner is Jacq, who has submitted 3 classics:
"Togetherness"
Sweet little Raney in the front door:
And finally, one of the most evil looking demonic cat poses I've seen in a long while. Stormie is a megafine demon, for sure:
Kona's Weather Station
Unbelievable.
It's late July in Austin, Texas. At 5:53 pm it could, and should, easily be 95 degrees. It's 71. I've lived here almost 10 years and I've never seen anything like the summer we've had thus far.
It's late July in Austin, Texas. At 5:53 pm it could, and should, easily be 95 degrees. It's 71. I've lived here almost 10 years and I've never seen anything like the summer we've had thus far.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Calling All Cat People
Rebecca emailed me an interesting idea for this week's Friday Pussy Blog. We'll dedicate it to interesting "classic" cat poses and anyone can submit photos of their kitties in a classic cat pose. Be sure to include relevant information if you wish, such as the names of your felines, because we all know how easily offended they can be.
Email them to me at konagod "at" konagod "dot" com.
I seem to be lazy this week. Not posting since Monday morning and soliciting guest cat bloggers for Friday. Hmmmm. Not only am I being lazy, but I'm severely overworked this week.
And speaking of cats, Monday evening I was playing with Tater Tot in our kitchen. I was squatting down to pet him and he was getting a little too frisky. Rather than risk getting bitten or scratched, I quickly jumped up, not realizing how close I was to our countertop which extends out about six inches from the cabinets. I slammed into the edge of it with my back. It impacted squarely on a hip bone and I was in agony most of the day on Tuesday.
It's somewhat better today but still very tender and sensitive. Not fun.
Meanwhile, I'll leave you with this combination vomit/hair ball du jour... hope no one is eating or about to eat. OK, I'll be nice and make it considerably smaller than the image I was working with prior to cropping and resizing. Yeecchhhh.
Because I'm such a nice guy, I'm leaving that treasure for txrad to clean up.
Email them to me at konagod "at" konagod "dot" com.
I seem to be lazy this week. Not posting since Monday morning and soliciting guest cat bloggers for Friday. Hmmmm. Not only am I being lazy, but I'm severely overworked this week.
And speaking of cats, Monday evening I was playing with Tater Tot in our kitchen. I was squatting down to pet him and he was getting a little too frisky. Rather than risk getting bitten or scratched, I quickly jumped up, not realizing how close I was to our countertop which extends out about six inches from the cabinets. I slammed into the edge of it with my back. It impacted squarely on a hip bone and I was in agony most of the day on Tuesday.
It's somewhat better today but still very tender and sensitive. Not fun.
Meanwhile, I'll leave you with this combination vomit/hair ball du jour... hope no one is eating or about to eat. OK, I'll be nice and make it considerably smaller than the image I was working with prior to cropping and resizing. Yeecchhhh.
Because I'm such a nice guy, I'm leaving that treasure for txrad to clean up.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Bumper Sticker of the Week Award
Goes to the stupid bitch in our neighborhood who drives the Toyota SUV with the asinine bumper stickers:
1. Peace - The Old Fashioned Way (a bomber over an American flag was the imagery accompanying the punch line.)
2. If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you can read this in English, thank a soldier.
Now, pardon my French, but what the fuck? What soldier can claim responsibility for me reading in English? And what difference does it make what language I'm reading as long as I can read? And if I couldn't read her stupid-ass sticker, should I not thank a soldier? What if I could read it in English but didn't know what I was saying? What if I could read it in English and didn't know what the fuck she was on about?
I'm so very confused.
1. Peace - The Old Fashioned Way (a bomber over an American flag was the imagery accompanying the punch line.)
2. If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you can read this in English, thank a soldier.
Now, pardon my French, but what the fuck? What soldier can claim responsibility for me reading in English? And what difference does it make what language I'm reading as long as I can read? And if I couldn't read her stupid-ass sticker, should I not thank a soldier? What if I could read it in English but didn't know what I was saying? What if I could read it in English and didn't know what the fuck she was on about?
I'm so very confused.
Monday Garden Blog
When I did the post on Saturday with the pictures of our green yard, I forgot to include this one of the crepe myrtle in bloom. I bought this for txrad about 3 years ago. He wanted one and I couldn't remember what color he said he preferred. The tag on this one said it would be white. I got home and txrad seemed disappointed because he wanted a pink one. Well, he got what he wanted apparently.
txrad harvested thiseggplant bell pepper which we had on our Friday night pizza.
He also made the best batch of salsa I've ever tasted. The tomatoes are from our garden, and the habenero as well. He needs to market this stuff! Seriously!
txrad harvested this
He also made the best batch of salsa I've ever tasted. The tomatoes are from our garden, and the habenero as well. He needs to market this stuff! Seriously!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Quincy Jones
If we are going to evolve as a species, we have got to learn to play trumpet without risk of popping a blood vessel or suffering a stroke.
Perhaps Minstrel Boy can add something about trumpet players and strokes.
txrad is wondering if he should get another trumpet. He's worried about brain embolism.
Perhaps Minstrel Boy can add something about trumpet players and strokes.
txrad is wondering if he should get another trumpet. He's worried about brain embolism.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
It's a Jungle Out There
Back in the old days when I actually worked from home, I would routinely do all kinds of yard work during the week. It was so convenient to just walk about at 10:00a on a Wednesday and decide to mow the yard.
I've been suffering from a severe case of "I don't care" so much about a well manicured lawn for the past couple of years. When we first moved in here ten years ago the lawn was kept mowed and the brush had been cleared out from the yard near the street. I'm a big proponent of privacy and I actually prefer my house not be visible from a street. We're slowly getting back to that point.
It's amazing what happens when you don't mow for a year or two. The first thing I've noticed is a far greater number of wildflowers than I've seen in previous years. Plus with all the sunflowers I've allowed to grow, we're going to have a spectacular display of yellows around October or so.
In the meantime I would like to get the mower out and at least mow a path around the house so we don't have to walk through tall grass. Plus it's impossible to see any snakes with the grass so high.
It should be obvious from these photos what a difference an abundance of rain can make in greening things up. This is the path to the garden from our back patio. The cedar chips have decomposed mostly and the grass needs to be cut from the path.
You make a right turn down at the tree and there's a slight incline up to the garden area which you really can't even see in this photo. It's a very small plot of two raised beds enclosed in a wire fence.
Green, green and MORE green. This is another view directly into the back yard from the patio. That whirligig on the left was a gift from me to txrad for one of his birthdays. It has two segments which are supposed to spin in opposite directions with some help from the wind. I don't see it spinning very often.
The west side of our yard which would be a left turn at the tree as you walk the path to the garden is a lot of... grass. I really like it when the tall grass gets those slightly purple seed heads which sway in the breeze. Collectively, they will look very purple and I think it's a lovely sight. The street lies on the other side of those trees and I love the fact it's not even visible. Once I get those conditions in place on the east side of the yard, I'll be content.
Our neighbor across the street keeps his yard looking like a golf course. I'm sure he is appalled at our "landscaping." I don't care. We're rustic hippies over here.
Ahhh, life at the kona ranch.
I've been suffering from a severe case of "I don't care" so much about a well manicured lawn for the past couple of years. When we first moved in here ten years ago the lawn was kept mowed and the brush had been cleared out from the yard near the street. I'm a big proponent of privacy and I actually prefer my house not be visible from a street. We're slowly getting back to that point.
It's amazing what happens when you don't mow for a year or two. The first thing I've noticed is a far greater number of wildflowers than I've seen in previous years. Plus with all the sunflowers I've allowed to grow, we're going to have a spectacular display of yellows around October or so.
In the meantime I would like to get the mower out and at least mow a path around the house so we don't have to walk through tall grass. Plus it's impossible to see any snakes with the grass so high.
It should be obvious from these photos what a difference an abundance of rain can make in greening things up. This is the path to the garden from our back patio. The cedar chips have decomposed mostly and the grass needs to be cut from the path.
You make a right turn down at the tree and there's a slight incline up to the garden area which you really can't even see in this photo. It's a very small plot of two raised beds enclosed in a wire fence.
Green, green and MORE green. This is another view directly into the back yard from the patio. That whirligig on the left was a gift from me to txrad for one of his birthdays. It has two segments which are supposed to spin in opposite directions with some help from the wind. I don't see it spinning very often.
The west side of our yard which would be a left turn at the tree as you walk the path to the garden is a lot of... grass. I really like it when the tall grass gets those slightly purple seed heads which sway in the breeze. Collectively, they will look very purple and I think it's a lovely sight. The street lies on the other side of those trees and I love the fact it's not even visible. Once I get those conditions in place on the east side of the yard, I'll be content.
Our neighbor across the street keeps his yard looking like a golf course. I'm sure he is appalled at our "landscaping." I don't care. We're rustic hippies over here.
Ahhh, life at the kona ranch.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Friday Pussy Blog
It's been a long week -- actually it's flown, but it's been wild. Time to wind down and relax with my pussies.
I caught Sissy by surprise tonight, standing in front of her favorite floor mat, a gift from her grand ma-ma.
Tater Tot likes to put on his daddy's sandals. He's such a sweet boy. He LOVES his daddy!
And daddy LOVES his Tot!
I caught Sissy by surprise tonight, standing in front of her favorite floor mat, a gift from her grand ma-ma.
Tater Tot likes to put on his daddy's sandals. He's such a sweet boy. He LOVES his daddy!
And daddy LOVES his Tot!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
#8 In the Long List of Reasons Why I Don't Like to Talk to My Mother
Because she invariably says someting stupid?
Like when discussing the 2008 election, she said she can't help but call "him" Osama Bin Laden. Of course she was referring to that "half black" guy she "doesn't trust."
Hmmm, now that I think about it, I don't trust him either. But for ENTIRELY different reasons.
This list of reasons is not going to appear in any kind of chronological order. Just don't try and keep track.
Crossposted somewhere, I'm sure.
Like when discussing the 2008 election, she said she can't help but call "him" Osama Bin Laden. Of course she was referring to that "half black" guy she "doesn't trust."
Hmmm, now that I think about it, I don't trust him either. But for ENTIRELY different reasons.
This list of reasons is not going to appear in any kind of chronological order. Just don't try and keep track.
Crossposted somewhere, I'm sure.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
There's a Party Comin' to Town
I've always been fond of Lady Bird Johnson for her opinions about many environmental things, such as what I heard on NPR today, regarding her disdain for billboards along our nation's highway system. They are truly an eyesore and distract from what should be an unpolluted view of America.
The cause of death was not immediately available.
Being 94 might have been a factor, but whatever. I know all about cause and effect but I won't go into a philosophical diatribe out of respect for our former first lady.
Her wildflowers will continue to bloom.
I never knew her real name was Claudia.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
2007 - Oh What a Year
Just what I need: more job insecurity.
We found out today our agency is no longer the lead agency on our largest account and we now answer to another agency under our corporate umbrella rather than directly to our client. We don't know what this means yet, and it may ultimately mean very little, but it's troubling nonetheless.
I can hardly believe the year is more than half over already. Our financial woes hit home back in January and that unpleasant realization seems like a distant memory. I'm just hoping this current job continues for at least another year.
Meanwhile, I finally spoke to the law office yesterday and the paralegal was supposed to call me back to let me know what I needed to bring for the appointment on Wednesday. He didn't call back yesterday or today and I was too busy to track him down today. I was hoping to have an email when I got home but I don't. So I'm not even sure I still have an appointment.
I never knew it was so hard just trying to get an appointment with a lawyer! The saga continues.
We found out today our agency is no longer the lead agency on our largest account and we now answer to another agency under our corporate umbrella rather than directly to our client. We don't know what this means yet, and it may ultimately mean very little, but it's troubling nonetheless.
I can hardly believe the year is more than half over already. Our financial woes hit home back in January and that unpleasant realization seems like a distant memory. I'm just hoping this current job continues for at least another year.
Meanwhile, I finally spoke to the law office yesterday and the paralegal was supposed to call me back to let me know what I needed to bring for the appointment on Wednesday. He didn't call back yesterday or today and I was too busy to track him down today. I was hoping to have an email when I got home but I don't. So I'm not even sure I still have an appointment.
I never knew it was so hard just trying to get an appointment with a lawyer! The saga continues.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Monday Garden Blog
Get those fucking mosquitoes off me!
Get those moths off me!! Just let come back in the house!!
Get those moths off me!! Just let come back in the house!!
Little Cabrito, Little Cabrito
Are you made pure?
Or do you contain a hair, or perhaps a drop of that male urine.
Or... a drop of blood.
Kind of makes you wonder about the standards in Mexico, let alone China.
Or do you contain a hair, or perhaps a drop of that male urine.
Or... a drop of blood.
Kind of makes you wonder about the standards in Mexico, let alone China.
Why Kona Doesn't Visit Wineries
I think some folks watched sideways too many times.
Seriously, this is about as tasteless as going to a library to look at porn and have a sex orgy. Although the idea of running naked through the vineyards is pretty natural and respectful.
There also are reports of tastings gone wild involving intoxicated visitors who have tossed back full glasses of wine without regard to nose or body until they grabbed the brass spittoon for baser purposes.
The latest additions to local lore include a story about members of an inebriated group at the Palmer Vineyards here who hopped off a hayride and began gallivanting naked through the vines.
Seriously, this is about as tasteless as going to a library to look at porn and have a sex orgy. Although the idea of running naked through the vineyards is pretty natural and respectful.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Cats Have Got A Number Up On Us Folks
You don't seem to mind when you walk -- buy -- and give them a tug on the neck while they are sleeping.
When they get older, they shall return the favor. And occasionally, with a vengeance.
When they get older, they shall return the favor. And occasionally, with a vengeance.
Does NG Mean "Not Great?"
Beware of konagod doing restaurant reviews. txrad rarely has an idea for eating out but today he wanted to try the NG House which has several vegetarian dishes. Being as I was slightly hungover from last night's festivities I was thankful to have someone else make the decision today.
NG House was voted Best Chinese Food 2006 by CitySearch with a 9.9 rating. Hmmm, gotta try it then.
The first thing I noticed was a large dining space with very few tables. Maybe most of their business is take-out. I can understand why if they are always playing Majic 95.5 in the restaurant. Gag me right there.
One of my big pet peeves is when the music in a joint is in stark contrast to the culture of the cuisine. When I eat Indian, I want to hear sitars and tablas. When I eat Mexican, I want ranchera or mariachi. I sure as hell don't want to hear Sting singing "Every Breath You Take" when I have Chinese.
Who listens to that shit anyway? I couldn't stop visualizing boring women in their 40s, with bad hairdos, working a 9-5 job in a cubicle filled with family pictures and the dreaded clock radio set at low volume on this same station. Maybe they get up from their desks promptly at 12:00 noon every day, get in their Camry with the radio set at 95.5 and go out to some restaurant which plays the same station.
I ordered the egg drop soup and a coconut curry tofu dish. The egg drop soup wasn't bad, but it wasn't subtle either. I'm not the biggest egg head in the world, and until recently, I would only eat eggs if they were an ingredient in a baked dish, not the focus of the dish itself. I have recently taken a liking to breakfast tacos with egg, bean, & cheese, or egg, potato & cheese, and in both instances, covered in pico de gallo. Egg drop soup is.... just a little too eggy for me.
The coconut curry tofu was tasty but nothing that I felt would warrant anything close to a 9.9 rating. txrad ordered an NG tofu house special with a lychee smoothie. He was just curious about the taste of lychee. I think he still is because an overabundance of sugar and rose water ruled that drink! Honestly, a little rose water goes a LONG way. This was like a lifetime of rose water all condensed into one pearly white beverage. Yeeeeeccchhhh.
I have decided the people who voted this restaurant the Best of anything are probably people who are fond of the meat-based dishes, not the vegetarian dishes.
I am not the biggest fan of Chinese food in general but there are some stellar establishments out there serving excellent vegetarian cuisine. Veggie Heaven right here in Austin is one of my favorites. 10,000 Buddhas is another restaurant in San Francisco which I shall never forget. I can't seem to locate it and if I recall, it actually had another name as well, and I called it 10,000 Buddhas because it was easier to remember.
Those two restaurants are cited because I didn't want any of you to think I just dislike Chinese food in general and therefore a bad review was inevitable. And this isn't even a bad review, it's just not a 9.9 rating.
I give it a 5.3 rating. Had they been playing anything but that nauseating lowest common denominator pop music station on the radio, I probably would have given them a 6.0.
The good news is the portions are large and for $5.95 it's a good deal. We brought half of our food home. The lychee smoothie stayed behind.
NG House was voted Best Chinese Food 2006 by CitySearch with a 9.9 rating. Hmmm, gotta try it then.
The first thing I noticed was a large dining space with very few tables. Maybe most of their business is take-out. I can understand why if they are always playing Majic 95.5 in the restaurant. Gag me right there.
One of my big pet peeves is when the music in a joint is in stark contrast to the culture of the cuisine. When I eat Indian, I want to hear sitars and tablas. When I eat Mexican, I want ranchera or mariachi. I sure as hell don't want to hear Sting singing "Every Breath You Take" when I have Chinese.
Who listens to that shit anyway? I couldn't stop visualizing boring women in their 40s, with bad hairdos, working a 9-5 job in a cubicle filled with family pictures and the dreaded clock radio set at low volume on this same station. Maybe they get up from their desks promptly at 12:00 noon every day, get in their Camry with the radio set at 95.5 and go out to some restaurant which plays the same station.
I ordered the egg drop soup and a coconut curry tofu dish. The egg drop soup wasn't bad, but it wasn't subtle either. I'm not the biggest egg head in the world, and until recently, I would only eat eggs if they were an ingredient in a baked dish, not the focus of the dish itself. I have recently taken a liking to breakfast tacos with egg, bean, & cheese, or egg, potato & cheese, and in both instances, covered in pico de gallo. Egg drop soup is.... just a little too eggy for me.
The coconut curry tofu was tasty but nothing that I felt would warrant anything close to a 9.9 rating. txrad ordered an NG tofu house special with a lychee smoothie. He was just curious about the taste of lychee. I think he still is because an overabundance of sugar and rose water ruled that drink! Honestly, a little rose water goes a LONG way. This was like a lifetime of rose water all condensed into one pearly white beverage. Yeeeeeccchhhh.
I have decided the people who voted this restaurant the Best of anything are probably people who are fond of the meat-based dishes, not the vegetarian dishes.
I am not the biggest fan of Chinese food in general but there are some stellar establishments out there serving excellent vegetarian cuisine. Veggie Heaven right here in Austin is one of my favorites. 10,000 Buddhas is another restaurant in San Francisco which I shall never forget. I can't seem to locate it and if I recall, it actually had another name as well, and I called it 10,000 Buddhas because it was easier to remember.
Those two restaurants are cited because I didn't want any of you to think I just dislike Chinese food in general and therefore a bad review was inevitable. And this isn't even a bad review, it's just not a 9.9 rating.
I give it a 5.3 rating. Had they been playing anything but that nauseating lowest common denominator pop music station on the radio, I probably would have given them a 6.0.
The good news is the portions are large and for $5.95 it's a good deal. We brought half of our food home. The lychee smoothie stayed behind.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Friday Pusseeeeee Blog
Gidget Bailey's Day Off
courtesy of Rebecca -- hey, what's with all the glasses? Any of those good for reading? I need 'em!
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Nothing to see here, move along, move along..
Actually this is just a quick update to explain the light blogging which is likely to continue for an unknown amount of time.
My real paying job is sucking out a lot of my energy. And duties related to clean-up of my old company such as getting everything entered in QuickBooks, reconciling a few accounts, etc., is proving to be WAY more than I can do in the evenings, and more than I want to do on the weekends.
Creditors are still hounding me. I've contacted a lawyer but haven't received a call back yet. I'll ring him again in the morning and see if we can't get the ball rolling on some things before another weekend hits.
I'm ready to put that chapter of my life behind me as quickly as possible. Once that is done, perhaps I can relax a little and regain my momentum with this blog. Nothing is more frustrating than finding something I want to blog about and just don't have the time.
Of course, having about $150,000 fall in my lap right now would solve most of my problems.
Let's turn this into a Question of the Day. Forget anything you ever heard or read about money not bringing happiness. How much money would it take to make you happy?
For me, one million would do the trick. And that's not much in a world where CEOs haul in far more than that annually. The first thing I'd do is pay off my mortgage which would leave roughly $870,000. I could pop that into a relatively safe stock paying a decent dividend and perhaps clear $50,000 per year. With no mortgage, I could easily live well on that amount. Of course I'd insist on txrad keeping his day job!
My real paying job is sucking out a lot of my energy. And duties related to clean-up of my old company such as getting everything entered in QuickBooks, reconciling a few accounts, etc., is proving to be WAY more than I can do in the evenings, and more than I want to do on the weekends.
Creditors are still hounding me. I've contacted a lawyer but haven't received a call back yet. I'll ring him again in the morning and see if we can't get the ball rolling on some things before another weekend hits.
I'm ready to put that chapter of my life behind me as quickly as possible. Once that is done, perhaps I can relax a little and regain my momentum with this blog. Nothing is more frustrating than finding something I want to blog about and just don't have the time.
Of course, having about $150,000 fall in my lap right now would solve most of my problems.
Let's turn this into a Question of the Day. Forget anything you ever heard or read about money not bringing happiness. How much money would it take to make you happy?
For me, one million would do the trick. And that's not much in a world where CEOs haul in far more than that annually. The first thing I'd do is pay off my mortgage which would leave roughly $870,000. I could pop that into a relatively safe stock paying a decent dividend and perhaps clear $50,000 per year. With no mortgage, I could easily live well on that amount. Of course I'd insist on txrad keeping his day job!
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Happy 4th and a Pink Snail
Just snapped this pretty little critter in the driveway.
Everyone have a fun and safe 4th of July!
Everyone have a fun and safe 4th of July!
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
I Got Dem Red Spider Blues
We have the most interesting insects anthropods here in central Texas.
I might have to start a TuesdayInsect Anthropod Blog.
Whatever you do, don't call the Orkin man. I hate those fuckers. Just deal with it.
I might have to start a Tuesday
Whatever you do, don't call the Orkin man. I hate those fuckers. Just deal with it.
A Mid-Week Holiday
Question of the Day:
Do you like having a holiday fall on a Wednesday as opposed to a Friday or a Monday?
It doesn't much matter to me. A number of people at work thought it sucked because they don't get a long weekend. I look at it this way: it's like having 2 two-day work weeks separated by a short weekend. So, I'm fine with it. I plan to party tonight just like it's Friday. And when this short weekend is over and I go back to work, it'll already be Friday eve! Can't get much better than that!
Of course I do have some work to do tomorrow, quite a bit in fact, but at least I'm at home and can randomly do other things.
And now, a moment to remember Beverly Sills who died yesterday at the age of 78. Here she is at the age of 7.
Do you like having a holiday fall on a Wednesday as opposed to a Friday or a Monday?
It doesn't much matter to me. A number of people at work thought it sucked because they don't get a long weekend. I look at it this way: it's like having 2 two-day work weeks separated by a short weekend. So, I'm fine with it. I plan to party tonight just like it's Friday. And when this short weekend is over and I go back to work, it'll already be Friday eve! Can't get much better than that!
Of course I do have some work to do tomorrow, quite a bit in fact, but at least I'm at home and can randomly do other things.
And now, a moment to remember Beverly Sills who died yesterday at the age of 78. Here she is at the age of 7.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Monday Garden Blog
A fairly decent tomato harvest thus far.
That bad boy on the left is going to be a part of dinner tonight which otherwise shall consist of leftover soul food from last night. That means NO cooking tonight. Just reheating! Yeahh!
(Disregard the bag of limes. We didn't grown those.)
That bad boy on the left is going to be a part of dinner tonight which otherwise shall consist of leftover soul food from last night. That means NO cooking tonight. Just reheating! Yeahh!
(Disregard the bag of limes. We didn't grown those.)
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